Wren only glanced at it, and the tall figure was etched in his mind, lingering.

He was sure that chimpanzee-like creature could hammer him into a patty with a stick!

"Could it be... The first warrior of the Colemans, Hab? ”

Wren remembered that Udo had said that the taller the warriors of their Coleman clan, the stronger their fighting power. The first warrior "Habu" is a full five meters tall, which is exactly the right fit for the barbarian riding a mammoth in front of him!

According to Udo's description, this guy should be a "legendary-level" combat power among humans.

It's no wonder that as soon as Bazel sensed that guy's breath, he had an expression like he was facing a great enemy.

But Wren was also surprised, there were thousands of people who came to deal with a few of them, so how many people went to the mechanical city? What's more, there is a legendary warrior?

Don't think about it, the situation in the mechanical city must be bad.

At the same time, he also secretly cursed, how much trouble did the plague gods of the Winster family provoke, so that the barbarians in the "Forest of Ashes" lair poured out?

But such a large encirclement, not millions of people?

Obviously, there are not so many barbarians.

"Something wrong with the rain?"

Wren suddenly remembered what Bazel had said earlier, and felt the cold raindrops lapping his face.

They were blocked, certainly not because of the large encirclement, but because they had been accurately located a long time ago. And a barbarian first warrior came to intercept it, apparently sensing Bazel's existence earlier.

"Rain location perception, how can this thing be avoided? The barbarian priests are absolutely amazing! ”

At this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in Wren's mind.

But the reality of the crisis pulled his thoughts back.

......

Whew... Whew.... Whew...

When the savage knights saw Wren and their three locomotives, they shouted excitedly, and then slapped their feet on the belly of the monster mount and rushed over like a wave.

Any idea what it's like to fuck up?

The hooves of the earth trembled with it.

Wren's lonely three horsemen were helpless.

“...”

Encountering the pursuers on the way, Wren was stunned, but his body reaction was not satisfied at all.

He didn't hesitate at all, and directly turned around with a motorcycle. Carl on the side did the same, and followed Wren and began to change directions!

"Wren boy, you find a way to escape by yourself, that guy is coming at me, I can't leave!"

A burst of applause.

Only Bazel did not change direction, and rushed towards the army of barbarian knights.

This legendary consciousness is also extremely high, and he knew that he would not be able to get out of trouble by being stared at, so he chose to give Wren a break. And even in such a desperate situation, there was still a wound on his body, and there was no timidity on his face.

The mace giant on the opposite side also rode a mammoth, and the two collided head-on.

The rest of the barbarians seemed to be pressed by the fact that the two super strong people did not dare to get closer, and they automatically divided into a battlefield.

In this moment of crisis, although Wren was worried that it would be dangerous for Bazel to rush head-on into the savage crowd, he didn't care about anything. Because right now, he himself is frantically tempting on the brink of death.

And, to make matters worse, although the motorcycle is fast, it doesn't have any speed advantage at all for those feline monsters who are good at short-range burst runs.

There was still a distance of one or two kilometers before, and it didn't take long for him to chase after the back of his ass.

Javelins raining ...

No!

Not Javelin!

That's an arm-thick, nearly two-meter-long arrow!

Barbarians are not only tall and big, but also good at volleys.

The bows and arrows they use are much thicker than those used by normal humans, and the arrows are also enchanted, and the power is not weaker than that of muskets!

Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~

The sound of breaking wind seems to be connected.

Wren shrank his neck and tried to hide his body in the metal parts of the locomotive.

After all, he is still a hand-to-hand martial artist, and his body is flexible, and he can barely cope with dodging arrows. The little Carl carrying Tuust on the side is a little dangerous, although his locomotive is much more advanced, but the two weak chicken mechanics have no ability to dodge the rain of arrows at all, and the wooden arrows on the small iron cloak on the locomotive have poked several big holes.

It is estimated that there will be two more rounds of arrow rain, and the grandfather and grandson will get GG directly.

What to do, do you want to die here?

Wren thinks that his strength is not bad, and one or two barbarians can still fight...

But there are hundreds of them behind this ass!

If you really want to poke it alone, you can immediately poke him into a hornet's nest.

Woo ~ Woo ~ Woo ~ Woo ~

The sturdy little barbarian leaders were the first to catch up, alongside Wren's locomotive.

Suddenly, instead of rushing to kill, they started playing like cat and mouse.

“&*%ф%￥ё￥...”

Listening to a burst of grunting exchanges, the moment Wren was shocked, the same translation had already been transmitted from the Zhi Brain.

"Kill that abominable invader!"

"No, let them die in despair!"

"These damned invaders, you can't let them die too cheap..."

“...”

Hey... I know Coleman...

I don't know what came to mind, but a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Wren's mind.

......

At this time, although Carl, the little mechanic, was not very old, he also showed a look of death as if he were at home. He did not give up resistance, because surrender is also death!

He also heard from the hunters that the barbarians never left a living mouth!

At this time, Carl took out a homemade high-explosive bomb and shouted: "Brother Wren, be careful, I'm going to drop the bomb..."

"Wait!"

Wren suddenly let out a loud shout.

Obviously, the bomb could kill a few barbarians, but eventually they would be poked into pulp. Now the old man Tust is still in the weak period, and he can't drive the armor at all, once there are casualties, the two sides will have no room for maneuver at all, and they will really not die.

Wren hurriedly said, "Carl, don't do it yet!" ”

Karl was stunned for a moment, and cast a puzzled look.

At this juncture, what else can you do if you don't do it?

But what happened next made the little mechanic and the old man behind him stunned.

It was even more bewildering than when it was intercepted by a large barbarian army before.

At this moment, they listened to Wren muttering at the barbarians a "bird language" that was not a lingua franca at all!

“&*%ф%￥ё￥...！”

This voice froze not only where Karl dropped the bomb, but also where the expressions of those barbarians froze.

What's the situation?!

KARL: Brother Wren can communicate with the barbarians?

Barbarian: How can an "aggressor" speak their Coleman and be so fluent?

.......

"Stop! I'm a friend of Udo! I'm a friend of Udo, not an enemy! ”

This... He is fluent in Coleman.

Yes, Ray's solution is... Surrender negotiations.

In the eyes of others, these Colemans are completely unreasonable barbarians.

They represent savagery, killing, irascib, murderous... and all other negative words.

But Wren knew that they were not barbaric, but the level of science and technology was backward, but the level of civilization was not low. At least, it's not a cannibal tribe that is no different from a monster as the hunters say by word of mouth.

If it is an enemy of life and death, Wren will definitely fight to the death, and if he can kill a few, count a few.

Instead of choosing to negotiate with surrender.

But in reality, not even a drop of barbarian's blood was stained in their hands. Even in their hearts, they did not have any feelings that could be called "hatred" for these barbarians.

Since there is no injustice and no revenge, this kind of battle to the death seems meaningless.

......

Wren looked at the barbarians' raised bows and arrows and froze there, and knew that what he had just said had worked.

Being able to name the priest of "Udo" is naturally a real acquaintance.

Those Warcraft Riders looked at each other, they were surprised to hear such fluent Coleman from the mouth of an "invader". And, even more surprisingly, this guy also knew the high priest of their tribe.

On the other hand, since the speed of the motorcycle can't get rid of the Warcraft mount, Wren simply doesn't run.

He stopped the locomotive directly, spread his hands, and signaled that he would not run and would not resist.

Such a move also made those barbarians who still wanted to shoot arrows completely put away their arrows.

Then, he was surrounded.

Riding on the Demon Beast Mount, those barbarians were five or six meters tall, black and oppressive, and their eyes were still shining like wolves.

Wren had to look up at the barbarians who were pointing javelins and spears at him.

At this moment, he was like a sheep in a trap, surrounded by spikes of sharp stones.

Again, he said in Coleman: "I am a friend of Udo, not an enemy. If you don't believe me, let me meet her..."

Now the only hope is pinned on the barbarian chick who is a little friendly.

After all, he saved her life in the first place.

Belch... Although there was an "exchange of interests", it was really saved.

Wren's words obviously have some effect, but... Not much.

The Hunters have slaughtered countless tribes on the outskirts of the Forest of Ashes in the past few months, killing not 100,000 but 80,000 barbarians.

This is already an annihilation of the Coleman tribe, which has a small population.

This kind of blood feud cannot be erased in a few words.

Seeing Wren, the barbarian warriors were filled with righteous indignation, eager to dig up his flesh and come here.

"The words of the 'aggressor' are not credible at all, kill him!"

"Yes, they have killed so many of our people, and the invaders must die..."

"We Coleman didn't kill our friends..."

“...”

The more they talked, the more excited they became, and the stone spear that kept testing almost poked Wren in the face.

At this moment, Wren was not nervous.

A spear with a handle against the head can also fight to dodge the reaction; A hundred handles are pointed, and the debt is not too much...

However, he really didn't want to die so meaninglessly, and explained again: "My companions and I have not harmed any Colemans, and we have no hostility towards you. The great 'God Morogos' is above, and He can prove that my words are not false..."

I learned this from the mouth of the little girl in Udon.

For the Coleman people who believe in gods, it is especially useful to mention the name of the deity, because no one dares to lie to the great god in their understanding.

This time, sure enough, the barbarians who were shouting just now to kill people and vent their anger suddenly calmed down and shut up one by one.

At this time, a thin old man with a more complicated totem on his face than others looked at Wren and said, "I don't feel the unjust soul blood of our Coleman master in his soul. He... Not lying. ”

Hearing this, Wren breathed a sigh of relief.

He remembered that Udo had said that Priest Coleman knew something about the "language of nature"... Can perceive a lot of strange things.

Anyway, it's about the same extraordinary ability as a lie detector.

Only when the other party believes can there be room for negotiation.

His life seems to have been saved for the time being.